Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 94

Felix left with a sense of grievance.

Whitney rubbed her hands together, relishing the feast before her. She reached for a skewer of konjac, followed by some spicy beef and mushroom balls sitting on his side of the table. As she eagerly dived into the meal, she directed him, “Grab me some of this, that, and oh–more of those, please.”

“Are you a pig?” The man glanced up, his aristocratic hands remaining still. “Waitress, could you get some veggies for this little piggy here?”

His voice, too magnetic and pleasant, immediately drew attention from the nearby diners.

Whitney’s face flushed with annoyance as she looked around enviously. “Look at everyone else’s boyfriends. They’re doing so much for their girlfriend.”

Her gaze wandered, observing the young couples around them, some still in their school uniforms, with the boys diligently serving their girlfriends and cooing endearments like, “Sweetie, careful, it’s hot.”

“Sweetie, want some bubble tea?”

It was all about pampering.

The more Whitney watched, the more she envied, especially compared to the icy glacier beside her, who seemed clueless about doting on a lady.

Ludwik, looking unimpressed, finally picked up a skewer and methodically placed meatballs into her plate. “That’s as far as I’ll go. Eat.”

He was not one for such feminine displays of affection.

Deep and commanding, his voice drew near with a dangerous warmth, his clean, masculine scent enveloping

her.

His fingers, long and strong, moved with purpose.

Whitney’s cheeks warmed under his care, especially as she caught the envious glances from other girls around

them.

Every woman has a touch of vanity, desiring their man to show care and affection, especially in love.

Content, she continued eating.

and was stunned. There was Ludwik, holding a cup and a napkin,

taking a sneaky photo and quickly sharing it in the gossip group

wife at a barbecue joint. I’m getting slaughtered in

Parker: […]

that’s a slap in the face of romance. Ludwik at

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with excitement, begging Felix for more. [Mr. Lippert and his lady look so in love!

Whitney, and Ludwik cautioned, “Stop with the spicy meatballs. Have some seaweed; it’s good for

want bubble tea,” Whitney

“Quiet.”

napkin, and as he leaned closer,

him.

that Elaine might see the photo. With a coy glance, she teased, “I

Ludwik was

her plush lips met his,

her back passionately, his grip tightening.

waist, his whole body reacting, “You’re quite the flirt, aren’t you? Damn

face flushed deeper, her playful seduction working all too

heart racing, captured a discreet photo, sending it to

sight of their

work, paused when she heard the screams and could not help but glance at the

of all people, at

clearly made exceptions more than

Ludwik was kissing the petite woman in his arms, a sight any woman would be envious of. Plus, Whitney’s eyes were barely open, as if looking through

was boiling within

this how Whitney

Ludwik

the barbecue restaurant, amid the warmth and intimacy, Whitney saw

at it, uninterested, and set it

the sting of his kiss as the onlookers stared. She buried her face in his chest, crumpling

reluctantly released her, though his gaze lingered. At that moment, the phone stopped

go unanswered. She imagined them locked in an embrace, cursing inside, “Whitney, is this a challenge? You can flaunt

fall